Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from South Sudan and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Ash Ra Tempel to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Easy Going,
Whodini,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hoover,
Agent Orange,
MDC,
Lalann,
Underground Resistance,
Das Ding,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Radiopuhelimet,
K-Klass,
Icehouse,
The Star Department,
Sam Rivers,
Crooked Eye,
Funky Four + One,
The Skatalites,
The Monochrome Set,
The Leaves,
Franke,
Amon Düül,
Youth Brigade,
Make Up,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mummies,
Dave Gahan,
Black Sheep,
Eddi Front,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Drexciya,
Aaron Thompson,
Colin Newman,
The Pop Group,
Crash Course in Science,
Max Romeo,
Procol Harum,
Hasil Adkins,
Babytalk,
Joy Division,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minor Threat,
Chris Corsano,
Fluxion,
Jawbox,
Derrick Morgan,
Stiv Bators,
Model 500,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thompson Twins,
R.M.O.,
Schoolly D,
Matthew Halsall,
Mission of Burma,
The Zeros,
The Slits,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.